Snow go area

Jack Frost has turned his bitter fingers on the nation once again and has covered the kingdom in his sub-zero blanket.

My girlfriend has just rang me to say that she was kicked off the bus half way to work and had to walk the hour-and-a-half (on a good day) journey home in the thick snow. I am glad she is safe.

The city councils will be under scrutiny for not sending the plows and the gritters out early enough to stop such chaos. Shame on them. Will they ever learn how to cope?

It’s a shame really as I could do without being cooped up indoors. I need to stretch my legs. I just hope that my estate agents and solicitors can get to work and sort out the sale of my house.

The elements are, indeed, conspiring against me.

Mum was bragging that it doesn’t really snow in Merseyside due to its location near the Mersey river and the sea, but today has certainly proven otherwise.

I wouldn’t mind a drink but I would like to put off the jolly juice until I have something to celebrate. I have binged recently but I needed to get it out of my system. A grubby spit-and-sawdust pub and a bottomless glass of Guinness is just what the imp inside of me wants. Damn him.

Who knows, maybe this will all melt off sooner rather than later. Mum has cancelled her plans for today so I won’t get much peace and quiet….. although it is her house, so I can’t really complain.

My brother lives just up the road so I wonder if he’s snowed in today, I could always risk shuffling a few yards and have a lads day in, not that either of us are particularly laddish. I do find him exhausting company as he is quite an angry young man.

Melt!! Melt!!